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Poetry

Nation as Family

Amanda Lichtenberg

Once I believed in fences
and accidents.
 
My brother drove a tank
into a building,
 
the teapot
hit the ground first.
 
He thinks defense
in his trigger finger,
 
in the skydive,
the bomb place.
 
The bulldozer stops for the bird
in books.

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